Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Circle Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Rapeman,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.